Party Animals

Just got hooked onto a new BBC show, "Party Animals". It's about some 20 something year old research assistants working for MP's in UK's Parliament. After studying abroad in London, watching the fictionalization of ever day events in an MP's office is really entertaining. Watching Congress interact and debate in CSPAN is slightly less exciting than watching paint dry. Watching Parliament, however, is rarely boring. The House of Commons is full of well dressed Brits who yell, laugh at, and insult each other at every chance.in order to diminish the credibility of the opposing party. The TV show focuses on the lives of these research assistants and the drama that continues behind the scenes of Parliament. I've only seen one episode but the dry British humour set against the backdrop of the unstable nature of politics makes for an entertaining show. 

Midnight in Paris

I recently just watched Midnight in Paris, at the urging of my friends and family. I really enjoyed the movie overall, not because of the main lead played by Owen Wilson, but because of the other characters, Ernest Hemingway, Zelda Fitzgerald, Gertrude Stein etc. Woody Allen tried to recreate all the glamorous parts of Paris in the 1920's and he succeeded, perhaps a little too much. The message of the entire movie ended up being something along the lines of "We belong in our own time" or something but by the end of it Allen had just convinced me that the place to be is Paris in the 1920's.  Watching a drunk and belligerent Ernest Hemingway talk about real experiences and war was the best part for me. I have been reading Hemingway for years and I've realized the one thing that I enjoy more than his writing is the character of Hemingway himself.

To End All Wars

For a history class, we were instructed to read from Adam Hochschild's book To End All Wars. Coming back from a quarter abroad in London, I have been reading and seeing a lot of history centering around Britain's involvement in the World War I. The names such as Churchill and Kitchner pop frequently in typical approaches to World War I history, creating an image of strength and solidarity for Britain during the time of the war. In stark contrast to this, Hochschild presents two opposite images of Britain during the war. One was of the trials of the strong British people, people who kept calm and carried on. The other was of those who opposed the war, who demanded that peace be established. This latter perspective is often ignored by historians, or at the very least is the part that is diminshed in the classroom. Perhaps this is because the side of the anti war activist was not victorious. The fact is that World War I did occur, despite the protests from this group of British men and women. Hochschild's book is intriguing and thought provoking, not only because it sheds light on the hidden stories of the first World War, but explains how these stories are connected to one another.

The first story that Hochschild presents is one of the contrasting stories of John French, a man of the British calvary and Charlotte Despard. French was charming and well-liked among the British upperclass and his career in the military helped with his popularity. Like most upper class young men, he looked forward to the glories of war. Set against the backdrop of the British Empire, warfare was looked upon as a game, a means for displaying courage and tenacity. Hochschild goes on the describe the troubles and downfall of French, through financial problems and marital strains. This initial image of French, a typical British pre-war young upperclass man, isn't particularly interesting. Both in American and foreign accounts and histories of the Great War, this picture of young, dashing, and brave men gladly marching off to war is quite common. It wasn't until the account of Charlotte Despard that Hochschild takes up a unique take on World War I British society.

Charlotte was also of the upper class but rejected, rather than embracing, the glorious image of war. She was appalled by the treatment of the poor in the late Victorian society. She moved to Battersea and opened a community center in order to help the less fortunate. In addition, she was a vocal anti-war activist, often ignoring the rules that society had for upper class women.

It is clear that Despard and French were of polar opposite opinions when it came to the issue of war. However, at the end of this chapter, Hochschild revealed the most amazing aspect of these two stories: French and Despard were brother and sister. This connective piece of information is what really made Hochschild's approach to World War I unique and thought provoking. As he describes the loving relationship that French and Despard maintained, despite their clear differences, it makes the reader consider all of the things that they know about the events and people of World War I. This image of solidarity and unification is somewhat broken after learning of the story of French and Despard. For me, Hochschild made me rethink and ponder everything I knew about British morale during the war. This approach, looking to individuals and their stories, in my opinion is a innovative way to study history, looking at the individuals who were part of a greater event, rather than just the event itself.

Upon taking a non-fiction writing class, I was instructed to create a blog. As I already have neglected both of my existing blogs, I will try to continue with this one, hopefully giving it the attention that I had initially began with. The problem before was deciding what I would write about and when I would write. I tried waiting around for inspiration but that happen once in a blue moon. I am going to try reviewing and critiquing the things that I am constantly surrounded with: TV, books, movies, news etc. Hopefully this approach will lead to more frequent samples of writing which is an important step on the road to improvement. 

Remember those high school science videos?

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Note To Self

Do not update blog at 1AM after watching Almost Famous for the 1st time. For result, see below

General Musings/Ramblings (Apologies on excessive self quotations and lack of structure)

As it is summer, I run into people that I know. Let me rephrase. As it is summer, I run into people who know me. Wait. Let me be more specific. As it is summer, I run into people who know of me. They know that I am my mother's daughter and that I left town for school. And this knowledge, without fail, always leads to the same question(s): 1. How do you like (insert school name because I would rather you all use your imaginations) 2. What are you studying?. It's question 2 that is the problem. I study English. Yep, not business or biology or economics or anything that has "real world application". English. Yes, thanks I am aware that I speak it already. They ask, "What do you do to plan on doing with that?". I still don't have a good answer to this question. I always say something like "I am interested in teaching" when I really want to answer with something much more sarcastic and witty like "I think my English major will come in handy when I take up prostitution ( I have noticed that their is a ever growing  difference between Mental Sophie and Real Sophie).
     But these conversations always get me thinking, "What do I want?". I am halfway through my college career and I still have no idea. With real life growing closer and closer, I know that I can't keep shoving these unpleasant thoughts of real life aside. But when I do take the time to think (or write about it), the things I want, the things that I am certain about are vague concepts. Maybe this won't get me far, but for know it is good enough.
     First off, I want to be or do something I feel for. Something I love, have a passion for. It doesn't help much that I don't know what that is yet, and maybe I will never find it, but I am going to keep looking. It might not be something that is a job, but I want to make it a part of my life. Even if it is just a small part. I know that I am a hopeless romantic and that 90 percent of people don't get dream jobs, but I'm not asking for that. At the very least,  just a fraction of my life will belong to something. (Potential ideas as far as Sunday July 24th 12: 30 AM, roller derby, Broadway music, being a superhero, or developing a substance like Nutella but that actually has nutritional value).
     Another thing that I know I want in my life is connections. I think we all want to belong to something and have the secure ties. This security is important to us because of the ever changing nature of the world. We count on our relationships. These can be found in friends, family, co-workers, sports teams, girlfriends, boyfriends, wives, husbands, groupies...whatever you want. I already have some connections that of which I take comfort in. All of the interesting things about me can be found within my family and friends. These connections and relationships are things that I treasure and I have a feeling that I want more of them. I don't know. Should I be satisfied with what I have?
     Ok so I just read this over and it sounds like a journal entry. And weird and strange journal entry. So you lucky readers (yes all three of you) get to read my diary. It's ok, I forgive this intrusion of privacy that I forced upon you. If you got to the end of this, I am proud. Your attention span is longer than mine. There is no rhyme or reason to any of this but I had to write it down because if I didn't I knew I would lose it. I only get deep moments like this once in a blue moon so in order to get to know myself a bit better, I decided to write it down. And I don't know why I felt the need to publish it on my blog but I feel a little liberated. It is late and I am going to go now before I reveal anything two crazy. (I had five cookies today). Maybe I am a little loopy but I know that those of you who made it to the end of this already knew that.